Time hiccups exactly sixty times
In a minute, maybe it’s to affirm
That it too is mortal, that it’s got
A life of its own and that it’s absolute.
Who or what controls time? Who knows?
Isn’t it sand, escaping right through
Our hands no matter how
Hard we tighten our grip.
As happenings quickly become the
Revered fabric of the past
Maybe it’s best we live to the fullest in the now.